Friday, September 12, 2014

cold

Cold night in the garden. Supposed to be northern lights tonight, will look later.

Everything is slower. Alive, but slower. Beans, eggplant, basil, tomatoes, and potatoes. The calendula and sunflowers are going to seed. The artichoke thrives, but does not blossom. Morning glories continue morning gloriousness. But cold nights and mornings, I shiver in my wool sweater and flipflops. September.